His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And she'd give half of Texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his love's in Tulsa
And she knows he's gonna go
Well, it ain't no woman of flesh and blood
It's that damned old rodeo

Well, it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo

Hunter...I dunno, never used spurs on a horse. I always feed mine strawberry pop tarts and cracklin' oat bran cereal, hug them around the neck, nuzzle them a little and whisper sweet things and they mind just fine without spurs. :) These spurs are goin' after a mean bull, though.

I have a confession to make... of all the rodeos and bull riding events I ever attended (which are too numerous to count)... although I am guilty of checking out the cowboys (HELL yeah)... I was never accused of counting the points on the rowels of their spurs. Perhaps the PBR will be happy with the number of points on these. (the spurs I own are rancher's spurs, and they have alotta points on them)